Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire- Behind the Scenes
Chapter One:
"Harry! Wake up!" Hermione shook the shaggy haired boy awake, dark hair framing his tired face. A thin red scar had seemingly grown redder these past few days, but tonight...
"Hermione!" The dark haired boy sat up, eyes wide, hand clutching Hermione's arm as if it were his hold on reality. "It was... nothing..." His hand slipped away from her arm, going up to touch his scar. He hesitated, then allowed the hand to drop onto his lap.
Hermione hadn't noticed this as she was already shaking awake a frazzled red-head. Today was the day of the Quidditch World Cup, where the Irish would be battling the Bulgarians. It was the biggest even in the wizarding world and couldn't be missed.
Ron was groggily pushing Hermione's hand away as Harry got up to change.
"Harry Potter? Merlin's beard! So it is!" Amos Diggory animatedly shook the sleepy-headed Harry's hand. All of a sudden a dark shadow fell, lunging down toward the small party. "Ah! Cedric." Mr. Diggory withdrew his hand from Harry's and placed it on Cedric's broad shoulder, patting it fondly. "Everyone's met my boy. He's talked about you of course, Harry." Arthur nodded and Hermione and Ginny cast secretive looks at each other, blushing. Cedric seemed oblivious however, his eyes on Harry's. He nodded and Harry returned the gesture. They made their way to the top of a rather steep hill, the sun just dawning on this fateful morning.
The tournament had been amazing. Harry couldn't have felt better if Malfoy had turned into a worm. He folded his arms behind his head and smiled, closing his eyes. He was laying on his back in the middle of their 'small tent', which had been magicked to the size of a small house.
"Harry?" Harry sat up with a jolt, glancing around. Cedric was standing at the door, looking around. "What'd you think of the cup?" Harry broke into a smile, the happy memory of the Bulgarian leader, Krum, swooping down and grasping the golden snitch straight out of the air, ending the game but still losing the battle.
"Brilliant!" He replied. But he remembered who he was speaking to and cast his gaze down, trying to lessen his excitement. "So uh... who were you rooting for?"
"Well... I don't know. They both played well." He shrugged. "Anyway, I was told to tell you that Ron and Hermione were looking for you." He half-smiled, then turned on his heels and left. Harry sighed and flopped back down onto his make-shift bed, mentally preparing himself to leave his blissful world of Quidditch.
After a day of excitement, Harry was glad to slink back into his bed, head buzzing with flying Bludgers and laughing friends. As he slid into darkness, he thought he heard something of a dark murmur, like rain clouds gathering on the horizon.
It was then that the first scream resounded. Amos stuck his head in. "There's an attack! We must leave!" Hermione took Ron's hand, pulling him up and screaming for Harry to follow. More shrieks cried out and something made a sound like it had just been engulfed in flames. They exited the tent, the horrific scene meeting their eyes. They fled the scene, the cries from the innocent tearing at their hearts.
It had been a day after the mayhem, resulting in frazzled minds and lost memory. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and all the other Weasleys were boarding the train, waving goodbye to their frantic mother, who was attempting to make sure her boys at least entered the train with a clean face. She waved a handkerchief and stood next to Arthur, who stared directly at Harry. He had been worried these past few days. Harry's home life (as always) wasn't well at all. Harry's friends were strong but often got him in trouble, or he got them in trouble. Arthur frowned deeply as the crimson train pulled out of the station, whistling and taking its leave.
After the introducing of new students and the outburst of a certain Mad-Eye Moody entering, Dumbledore finally regained control over his school. He smiled warmly at his students, looking at each of their faces.
"It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year." All of a sudden, the entire room erupted in babble, whispering and talking, people gesturing, some explaining just exactly what the Triwizard Tournament was, others simply exclaiming how they were definitely going to or not going to enter. Albus Dumbledore raised a hand to ask for order but to no avail. Finally, the door at the opposite end of the hall burst open.
Lovely ladies garbed in blue fluttered into the grand hall, flicking their hair and walking straight. They finally took their place at the opposite end, sitting in chairs with their backs straight and legs crossed. Then, the door opened again.
Strong young men entered, most donned in thick garments or furs. Hushed whispers described the fact that Viktor Krum happened to be one of the many Durmstrong men entering. They too took their seats and Dumbledore took this opportunity to hush his school and further explain.
They ate and stayed later than usual, looking at the gorgeous stand containing a surprisingly haggard cup.
The Goblet of Fire.
The headmaster explained the age limit, explained the schools, explained everything to them.
Harry was listening, or at least trying to listen. But Cho Chang was sitting across from him, attracting all his attention. He sat, leaning on his hand, staring off.
"Harry." Hermione's voice hissed in his ear. "Pay attention!" Harry's attention broke and his eyes drifted.
Straight onto Cedric's eyes. Which were looking back into his. He looked away awkwardly, frowning and shifting his gaze back onto the Goblet.